“Case-One”

"just wait and see...." malcom murmurs to himself adjusting his hood further down his head hiding his face behind shadow.

finger broaching on a small, hidden earpiece as he pressed into it, muttering something, already feeling exposed from his uncovered face.

case scanned the room, taking in everyone, gaze only lingering on the man in the corner a second longer than normal, before he moved on, readjusting his concealed pistol.

you weren’t made for anything. you were made into something. whether you’re going to be what they intended to make you into is your decision.

The table that normally held guns was cleared, and drug over to the center of the Rook, a ham Frank himself had cooked placed in the center, before he laid out plates (paper plates, obviously, he wasn’t doing all those dishes) and silverware, moving a few chairs so everyone could sit.

It wasn’t much, but it would work.

taking a seat, he set down a mixed fruit bowl on the table, snatching a bite of honeydew from it. he glanced over at the other case, and woods, and spoke quietly.

“happy easter.”

“ah. thanks.” he spoke, taking one of the candies and carefully nibbling at the edges, not out of fear it was poisoned, simply to get the perfect bite.

“have at it, not much honeydew left, though.”

“opposites, then. i hate strawberry.” it was the truth. after hurling up a strawberry smoothie as a child he could never quite enjoy them the same.

“case.”

he offered, them glancing over to the other case exploring about, avoiding adler, probably talking away about his love for sea life.

“or at least one of them.”

grabbing his plate full of honeydew, and standing, glancing over at saint.

he walked down the familiar creaky steps, settling in a chair near a small wooden table. it wasn’t too well lit down here, but it was quieter than it was upstairs.

case pulled out a collection of files from a seemingly hidden spot beneath the table, going through them as he quietly chewed some honeydew, the fabric of his mask pulled up and bunched at his nose.

“you’re seeing things, right?”

Saint had been away from those labs for almost five years now. He had been dead for most of that time. Saint touched the wire around his wrist. He was allowed to talk about it, despite the voice's persistent panicked yelling.

“i understand. more than you think i do.”

The table that normally held guns was cleared, and drug over to the center of the Rook, a ham Frank himself had cooked placed in the center, before he laid out plates (paper plates, obviously, he wasn’t doing all those dishes) and silverware, moving a few chairs so everyone could sit.

It wasn’t much, but it would work.

taking a seat, he set down a mixed fruit bowl on the table, snatching a bite of honeydew from it. he glanced over at the other case, and woods, and spoke quietly.

“happy easter.”

“ah. thanks.” he spoke, taking one of the candies and carefully nibbling at the edges, not out of fear it was poisoned, simply to get the perfect bite.

“have at it, not much honeydew left, though.”

“opposites, then. i hate strawberry.” it was the truth. after hurling up a strawberry smoothie as a child he could never quite enjoy them the same.

“case.”

he offered, them glancing over to the other case exploring about, avoiding adler, probably talking away about his love for sea life.

“or at least one of them.”

grabbing his plate full of honeydew, and standing, glancing over at saint.

he walked down the familiar creaky steps, settling in a chair near a small wooden table. it wasn’t too well lit down here, but it was quieter than it was upstairs.

case pulled out a collection of files from a seemingly hidden spot beneath the table, going through them as he quietly chewed some honeydew, the fabric of his mask pulled up and bunched at his nose.

“you’re seeing things, right?”

The table that normally held guns was cleared, and drug over to the center of the Rook, a ham Frank himself had cooked placed in the center, before he laid out plates (paper plates, obviously, he wasn’t doing all those dishes) and silverware, moving a few chairs so everyone could sit.

It wasn’t much, but it would work.

taking a seat, he set down a mixed fruit bowl on the table, snatching a bite of honeydew from it. he glanced over at the other case, and woods, and spoke quietly.

“happy easter.”

“ah. thanks.” he spoke, taking one of the candies and carefully nibbling at the edges, not out of fear it was poisoned, simply to get the perfect bite.

“have at it, not much honeydew left, though.”

“opposites, then. i hate strawberry.” it was the truth. after hurling up a strawberry smoothie as a child he could never quite enjoy them the same.

“case.”

he offered, them glancing over to the other case exploring about, avoiding adler, probably talking away about his love for sea life.

“or at least one of them.”

grabbing his plate full of honeydew, and standing, glancing over at saint.

The table that normally held guns was cleared, and drug over to the center of the Rook, a ham Frank himself had cooked placed in the center, before he laid out plates (paper plates, obviously, he wasn’t doing all those dishes) and silverware, moving a few chairs so everyone could sit.

It wasn’t much, but it would work.

taking a seat, he set down a mixed fruit bowl on the table, snatching a bite of honeydew from it. he glanced over at the other case, and woods, and spoke quietly.

“happy easter.”

“ah. thanks.” he spoke, taking one of the candies and carefully nibbling at the edges, not out of fear it was poisoned, simply to get the perfect bite.

“have at it, not much honeydew left, though.”

“opposites, then. i hate strawberry.” it was the truth. after hurling up a strawberry smoothie as a child he could never quite enjoy them the same.

The table that normally held guns was cleared, and drug over to the center of the Rook, a ham Frank himself had cooked placed in the center, before he laid out plates (paper plates, obviously, he wasn’t doing all those dishes) and silverware, moving a few chairs so everyone could sit.

It wasn’t much, but it would work.

taking a seat, he set down a mixed fruit bowl on the table, snatching a bite of honeydew from it. he glanced over at the other case, and woods, and spoke quietly.

“happy easter.”

“ah. thanks.” he spoke, taking one of the candies and carefully nibbling at the edges, not out of fear it was poisoned, simply to get the perfect bite.

“have at it, not much honeydew left, though.”

The table that normally held guns was cleared, and drug over to the center of the Rook, a ham Frank himself had cooked placed in the center, before he laid out plates (paper plates, obviously, he wasn’t doing all those dishes) and silverware, moving a few chairs so everyone could sit.

It wasn’t much, but it would work.

taking a seat, he set down a mixed fruit bowl on the table, snatching a bite of honeydew from it. he glanced over at the other case, and woods, and spoke quietly.

“happy easter.”

We’re having an Easter party at the Rook, 1600 this Sunday. Everyone’s invited, when I say everyone, I fuckin’ mean everyone.

Some ground rules;

1. Everyone brings their own dish. I don’t care what the hell it is, as long as it’s edible and not poisoned.

2. If you fight anybody, I’ll laugh at you if you lose, and kick you out if you win. No buts, no cuts, no coconuts. No killing anyone, either. Save that for after the party.

3. I don’t give a shit if you bring weapons, just keep it to a pistol or knife, no explosives, full or semi-autos, you get the deal. I’d rather my house not be turned into a fucking battleground.

Who put that there? I'm not mad I just...who did that? I like it, it's peaceful...I'm sorry.

@ask-woods

It's not that bad, right? I haven't been aggressive in a while and the voice in my head is really quiet too. Isn't that good?

I stole a sea bunny during my trip and now I have to pay for the damages I caused. Can you provide me with money peepaw? They're going to ask you anyways...I told them you're my father.